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Dawn rose bleak and pale over the skyline of New York. Although the morning rays were just now reaching the tops of the towers, life on the streets was already bustling. Street vendors pushed their way through the early day's work-goers, peddling their goods over the sound of gridlocked traffic. Pedestrians urgently zigged and zagged their way across car-logged streets as they fought the New York slog to be on time to work. Below their swaying trench-coats and tightly pulled jackets, another sort of traffic bustled with just as much fervor.
Morning was the greatest time for New York's stray population to make their living. Hurried humans hastily dropped money and half-eaten hot dogs, easy pickings for a canine looking to make a quick pinch. Most of the strays in the city had lives to sustain; many dogs owed debts to other canines or to their "people," who often owed debts in turn to other people.
One particular group of beasts owed their benefactor big. He had rescued many of them and created a pack of dogs that relied on brain and wit to get by, instead of scrapping about for crumbs and garbage. These hounds considered themselves the rulers of New York; as far as they were concerned, no one could top them when it came to making a score.
They were working on one, as it were, as the harsh march air threatened to freeze them in their tracks. The plan was a simple one, and one they had executed many times flawlessly: Einstein, the harlequin Great Dane, was to create a collision with a messenger or an expensive-looking auto. Once this had occurred, the actor of the group, an English Bulldog dubbed Francis, would take the reigns, melodramatically portraying an injured pooch. This was the cue for the real thief, a thick accented Chihuahua, to swoop in and rid the automobile or bicycle of anything valuable. During all of this, the two true masterminds, a mix-breed white and brown terrier named Dodger, and Rita, a brown saluki, would keep a sharp eye on the crowd of people gathered about Francis' performance, ready to give the cue to abandon ship at any sign of trouble.
It hadn't taken long for Dodger's eye to catch a worthy target: a long, black limousine, owned by one of the most powerful businessmen in New York. The pack of dogs trailed it fifteen blocks to the waterfront before Dodger made a startling discovery: the only person in the vehicle was the driver. He mused for a moment over why this must have been-perhaps this was a new driver, unfamiliar with the city, or even just the driver's day off and he was taking the car around town just for kicks-either way, the opportunity was ripe for the picking. In a matter of minutes, the terrier-mix had assembled his crew and started addressing them, "Einstein, as soon as he takes off, I want you to stop him. Francis, make this your best performance yet. Rita and I'll keep an eye out for dog-catchers and other dangerous passers-by. Tito, check the back first-if e can get enough loot that way, we'll do it like that. I don't want to run too many risks with this one. Grab Einstein from the sidelines if you need some help. Otherwise, hotwire her and get the heck out of there. Everyone got that?"
A chorus of agreement followed, and the pack split their own separated directions, scrambling into back alleys and crowds of people, making sure that they were inconspicuous enough, but could keep an eye on everyone else. Most dogs, they realized, lived a life of privilege, with a home and a family and food every night; this pack of dogs worked for their food. They defined the term 'stray,' and they were ready to prove it on this day.
It was a while before anything happened. The driver walked around the waterfront, ate a hotdog, made small-talk with a few women. Dodger had just begun thinking about calling the whole thing off when the driver made his way through the foliage-covered paths and across two busy streets back to the limo, climbed laboriously into the front seat, fought with the engine for a moment, and started the car with a tremendous rumble.
Dodger and Rita instantly knew what came next. This would be the most intricate moment in the operation. Failure here meant an instant abandoning of the whole affair. The two canines mingled among the New York foot traffic, eyes peeled, watching each pedestrian intently, as if each one posed a significant threat to their plight. They had plenty of experience doing this type of thing, and were able not only to analyze the motives of the humans, but also kept their eyes trained on Einstein and the limo.
For the watchdogs, everything slowed down. Time dripped by, a sticky molasses. Einstein was a blur that tore through the streets, weaving in and out of the path of the cars. Almost as soon as the limousine began to move, the Great Dane came crashing into the driver's side door like a furry gray battering ram with a sickening crunch.
Dodger knew instantly that something had gone wrong. Einstein stumbled in a circle before collapsing into a heap on the ground next to the limo. As the driver's door opened, the terrier sped barking into the street, sounding the alarm so that the rest of the gang would know that the heist was called off. He watched as Francis, Rita, and Tito receded into a back alley. Arriving at the Great Dane's side, he fended off the driver by baring his teeth, staring venomously into his eyes. The driver stumbled back into the crowd, who cowered at the terrier's blood-curling growl. Dodger turned away from all of them, finding himself at his friend's side. He been down and gently nudged Einstein's neck, hoping against all odds that his comrade was alright.
At first, the giant dog didn't move. His body laid there, a lifeless pile, blending in with the New York asphalt. Dodger frantically began shoving his nose into the nape of the Great Dane's neck, trying desperately to rouse the enormous canine. After a few minutes, Einstein shifted his weight, and with just a few jagged movements he was up. Nodding to Dodger, he jogged groggily into the same alley as the others to much applause from the gathering crowd.
Dodger turned to follow, but quickly found himself immobile. Within seconds, he twisted his body, noticing that he was in fact caught in a dog catcher's noose. The seedy man stared him down, grinning from ear to ear, "I been trying to get you for two years. Looks like today's finally my lucky day."
Dodger found himself hauled towards the dog catcher's van. Regardless of how he struggled, the noose only tightened, choking the life out of him. He knew that if he reached the back of that van it spelled the end for him; no dog that went in came out alive. Twisting and turning his body, he fought admirably to free himself of the wire around his neck to no avail. It was quickly becoming harder and harder to breath, and he found his will to fight slipping away at every tug from the man holding the other end of the noose.
He had just resigned himself to his fate when he saw two black shapes come speeding towards the man. He couldn't make them out too well, but when the first hit the dog catcher like a missile, he assumed that they were angels. He watched as the shadow and the man rolled around on the ground before coming to a stop, a Doberman pinning the man to the ground and baring his teeth hatefully in his face.
"De Soto!" It snapped," Grab that noose and get the hell outta here!"
Dodger looked up into the grinning face of the one it had addressed, and couldn't help but feel confused. The second Doberman picked up the handle of the noose in his mouth and looked at the terrier, speaking around it, "Let's roll, mutt."
Without asking any questions Dodger was off, running while De Soto carried the noose in his muzzle. The other Doberman was close behind them, and it was only a few blocks before they felt safe enough to stop their fleeing, finding a small alcove behind a burger restaurant. As the Dobermans fished the noose from around the terrier's neck, he spoke to them for the first time, panting slightly as he caught his breath, "What were you guys doing out there?"
"Wow," De Soto responded, before turning to his companion, "Do you believe this guy, Roscoe?"
Roscoe dropped the noose to the ground, turning to Dodger, "You already owe us, Mutt. We're just protecting our investment. Besides, now you all owe us something extra special for saving your ass. I'm sure the rest of your crew would appreciate the fact that we saved your sorry tail from that maniac back there. You all can count on us being by later to collect on that."
As he finished his sentence, the two Dobermans melded into the shadows, disappearing like ghosts. Dodger was left to ponder what they had meant as he made his way warily back onto the streets, feeling as if there were eyes watching his every move. He made his way cautiously towards his home, a small houseboat on the docks just outside of the downtown area. He moved swiftly from shadow to shadow, hoping no one was following him. As he neared the place that he and the pack lived, he slowed, hesitant and unsure whether or not the Dobermans would already be there to "collect" their payment.
As he entered, he counted the bodies in the room, sighing with relief when he noticed that his friends were the only ones there. Tito was the first to realize he'd returned, and he leapt to his feet, proclaiming excitedly, "Hey guys, the Dodger's back! Man, what happened to you?"
"Well," the terrier began as everyone gathered around, ready for one of his amazing stories, "There I was, just helped Einstein escape, and the crowd was breathing down my neck, chanting for someone to get me. That driver was ready to kill me, so I spun around and escaped his grasp. Before I knew it, the biggest dog catcher in the world was there before me, his beady red eyes staring me down like a demon, but I wasn't scared. The ol' Dodger gave him the slip real easy like, spinning him around and jumping over a few fences. They were hot on my heels at first, but you all know how the Dodger is; those humans didn't stand a chance at catching me. I disappeared down a dark alley, and now here I am."
The gang stood, thoroughly impressed with their leader, until a deep voice cut the silence, a strong air of sarcasm in its tone, "Bravo, Dodger, but you left out the part where we saved your sad behind from that twig of a 'demon' dog catcher."
Roscoe and De Soto marched into the center of the group, staring maliciously into the eyes of everyone present. The Dobermans' hard, sinewy forms were highlighted by the dim lighting, and their eyes stood out, intimidating any creature that happened to catch them. They stood stiff for a moment, glaring intensely at the pack of dogs, before becoming more aloof and relaxed.
Rita stepped forward, here hackles raised, "What do you want?"
"We want what's ours, for saving your sorry leader's ass," Roscoe replied calmly as he walked towards the back of the room, kicking the television, which was playing an old dog cartoon. The TV flickered for a moment before turning off completely, leaving the Doberman in the dark, his eyes becoming the only visible thing on his body, "We're just here to collect on what's due."
De Soto began pacing incessantly around the houseboat, often snarling viciously. The other Doberman brought himself out of the shadows and saddled up next to Rita, a sleazy grin plastered on his face as he addressed her, "You know, this dump is really no place for a lady such as yourself anyways. How about if we call it good if you just come live downtown where you really belong, with myself and my business partner over there?"
As he motioned to De Soto, the Doberman growled and snapped ferociously in Francis' face, causing the bulldog to jump back, startled. He chuckled, making his way back towards where Rita and Roscoe were standing. He took a deep sniff, smelling her from head to toe, "Yes, we certainly could use some," he paused, brushing up against the saluki, "feminine company."
Rita stepped on De Soto's paw harshly as she slid past him, joining with her group of canines. "Sorry boys," she replied dryly, "but I'm quite alright here."
Roscoe snapped back, his voice an angry snarl, "Fine, but that doesn't change the fact that we saved that ingrate's life." He looked momentarily at Dodger before calming himself. With a growing grin on his face, he smoothly addressed her, "And that sort of generosity requires payment."
"Come on now, Roscoe," the terrier cut in, calm and collected, "You know we're already trying to get enough to pay of Faggin's debt."
The Doberman grinned from ear to ear, bearing his fangs, "Well, Dodger, today must be your lucky day. The two of us were thinking of a much more... physical form of payment."
As he took a step towards her, Rita retreated back behind her friends, "No way, Roscoe. I'm never doing that."
The two Dobermans began circling the group, hungrily eyeing the saluki. De Soto spoke, "Well, one of you has to, and you seem to be the only candidate."
"No..." Rita's desperation was evident in her voice, and she backed away slowly, trying to disappear behind her friends.
"I'll do it," came a deep voice as Einstein stepped forward, "As long as you leave her be. It's my fault all this is happening any ways."
Every dog in the room turned to stone at Einstein's offer. Roscoe paced around the Great Dane, eying him up and down. He paused for a moment, and his voice cut the silence like a knife, "Do you even know what you're getting yourself into, old dog?"
Einstein's brow furrowed and he nodded slowly, "From what I gather, you two are planning something bad for Rita. Well, take me in her place. I'm sure I'm good for anything she could possibly be good for."
"Oh, Einstein..." The saluki began, a worried tone easily conveyed by her voice, "I don't think this is something that you want to get yourself into."
"Yeah, man," Tito piped in, "These guys are talking some serious get down. Some rough play, man. It won't be good if you do it. I say we just fight 'em, you know? The five of us can take 'em, just lemme get my paws around their necks!"
Dodger stepped in front of the riled up Chihuahua, pushing him back with a paw. He gulped noticeably before speaking, "Leave them be, Tito. We don't need any bloodshed. It'll either be Einstein in Rita's place, or me."
"Don't be a hero, Mutt," Roscoe butted in, "Remember, that's what got you all into this mess. What do you think, De Soto?"
The other Doberman grinned from ear to ear as he eyed the Great Dane, then the terrier mix, down their sleek bodies, to their undersides, pausing momentarily as his eyes caught each of their sheaths and their dangling balls, then walked around behind the two of them to see what their backsides had to offer, "I say we make both of them pay. Start with the big one, and then we'll take the mutt."
Dodger's eyes widened at the thought, "Come on guys, not both of us. Just take me as payment; it's my life you saved."
Roscoe snapped, baring his fangs in Dodger's face, "And it'll be ours to take as well unless the both of you cooperate!" Then, looking to Einstein, he commanded, "On your belly, haunches raised, now!"
The Great Dane obeyed, assuming the position like a puppy at play. His chest rested on the ground and he raised his backside into the air, raising his tail and letting his furry orbs dangle freely. He wiggled his body a bit, causing them to sway back and forth between his gray thighs, catching De Soto's hungry eyes. He looked up at Roscoe, asking playfully, "What now?"
De Soto chuckled as he walked around the large dog. His eyes traced the gray fur, noticing his sleek muscles. He gazed longingly at Einstein's before reaching his hindquarters. Einstein had offered the Doberman a full view, and he quickly felt his sheath swelling as he stared at the Dane's hanging jewels.
Roscoe, noticing his companion's growing shaft, stepped forward towards Einstein's face. His own dog-hood had become erect much quicker than De Soto's, and was dangling a deep red halfway to the floor. He smiled, commanding the Great Dane, "Now, suck on this, roll it around with your tongue, and watch the teeth!"
"Now, wait a minute, I didn't ngnf!" Einstein protested, choked off as Roscoe climbed onto his front quarters and shoved every inch of himself into the Dane's muzzle. As the Doberman's balls slapped against his lower jaw, the Great Dane found himself working the thick meat with his tongue, wrapping it around the shaft as he sucked gently on it.
De Soto watched with awe as the big dog began going to town on his friend's engorged cock. He found his gaze traveling back to Einstein's rear and rapidly swelling sheath. It was easily the largest member that the Doberman had ever seen, and was soon dangling freely below the Dane's enticing orbs. De Soto couldn't help himself-although he had set out to "punish" the Dane, he found his muzzle moving to engulf the swaying balls one at a time. As he suckled on Einstein's jewels, the Dane would push back against his nose and grunt slightly, still working Roscoe's tool in his muzzle.
Soon enough De Soto let the big furry gray orbs slip from his maw and hang, glistening with the Doberman's saliva, from between his legs. Flexing his muscles, the Doberman climbed up onto Einstein's back. He took a moment to position himself, paws wrapped around the larger canine's waist and hips directly behind the others'. He shifted his weight, lining his thickness up with the Great Dane's puckered hole, shoving gently so that he was sure the tip was in, before driving it into the hilt, his balls connecting with Einstein's with a soft 'thwock.'
The Great Dane was shoved forward by De Soto's assault on his backside, and Roscoe's enlarged member was shoved deep into his throat, causing him to choke around it. As De Soto began to hump into him, sliding in and out almost to the tip before shoving back in, the Great Dane worked to stop the cock in his mouth from gagging him. He moaned and groaned around the Doberman's shaft as De Soto violated his rear, a sensation that sent tingles up Roscoe's spine.
Roscoe grew harder, if possible, watching his companion violate the Great Dane. As De Soto picked up his thrusting, driving his fuck toy harder and harder into Roscoe's groin, the Doberman began his own hip-rhythm, sliding his slick member into Einstein's maw as De Soto pulled out of his tail, and out as he shoved in.
Finding himself rhythmically fucked, Einstein moaned around Roscoe's throbbing erection, and pushed back into De Soto's hips as he slid his dog-hood into his backside. His own member slapped up against his stomach with every thrust from the Doberman duo, throbbing in time to their pounding. Each time De Soto's tool slid into his tail and his balls slapped against his own, Einstein felt himself coming closer and closer to his climax, but something was missing. The member working against his innards just barely lacked the strength and discipline to send him over the edge, and because of this, he found himself teased with every thrust from the two brutes on top of him.
Roscoe was certainly not having a similar problem. Each time the Great Dane was pushed forward deep onto his cock, he could barely contain himself. His muscles grew tenser and tenser, and he tried to hold back as much as he could, but as the large dog beneath him sucked and moaned around his puppy-maker, he felt more and more like letting go. Finally, with a great growl and a few short, violent humps into the great dog's maw he came hard, squirting his hot white dog juice down Einstein's throat. As he came, he pulled his tool away from the Dane's greedy tongue, which was lapping hard at his cock as Einstein struggled to swallow all that he could, and began to spray streams of pearly white over the Great Dane's face and ears.
The sudden onslaught of bitter juice caused Einstein to push back into the Doberman at his backside as he fought the choking sensation. The taste was amazing, and the texture was gooey, yet enjoyable. The gray Dane shut his eyes as he became more and more covered in the white Doberman cum, allowing his fur to become sticky with the goo. He knew the Doberman behind him must have been nearing a similar state, and he tried his best to work his anal muscles around the shaft in his tail.
De Soto grunted, feeling Einstein clench around his tool. His tongue lolled out to one side as he watched Roscoe cover his fuck toy in his seed, and he increased his thrusts as he neared his own climax. With a mighty burst he began, feeling his throbbing dog-hood leak stream after stream of his own thick jizz into the Great Dane's rear. As the pulsations of his cock slowed, he pulled his rod out, letting some of his cum dribble down Einstein's balls and drip to the floor, forming a small puddle.
As their orgasms subsided, the two Dobermans climbed gingerly off of Einstein's back. The Great Dane laid himself gently on his side on the floor, letting his still throbbing erection rest on his leg. He looked around to each of his friends, realizing for the first time their varied reactions to what had just happened. Francis and Tito wore looks of disgust, although their facial expressions were more comical than anything else. Rita was dismayed, and yet looked relieved that Einstein had taken the Dobermans in her place. Dodger sat behind them, a shamed look on his face and a thick red erection poking out from between his hind legs. It was obvious to Einstein that he was trying to hide the fact that he had been turned on watching the large dog get double-teamed. Einstein watched exhaustedly as the Doberman duo waltzed over to Dodger, their seedy grins plastered once more on their faces.
"Well, well, well," Roscoe began, "It looks like someone likes what they saw. What do you think, De Soto, is he ready for his turn?"
The other Doberman circled around the terrier, his shaft quickly filling out once more. Dodger was startled by this show of libido, but found himself climbing to his feet regardless as De Soto responded, directing his speech more towards the terrier than Roscoe, "I'm definitely ready for it. This mutt is probably going to be better than the last."
As De Soto spoke, he stepped forward, pushing at Dodger with his nose. He turned the terrier so that his back was to the rest of the group, and everyone got a first class view of his rump, balls dangling between his legs. The terrier raised his tail, unsure whether he was really ready for his end of the bargain, but excited nonetheless, although he never would have admitted to it. As the Doberman climbed on his back, he braced himself, holding the weight of the heavier dog admirably.
De Soto positioned himself, rubbing his already slickened shaft against Dodger's puckered opening, causing the terrier to moan with pleasure. With a soft thrust he poked the tip in, turning his head to Roscoe as he did, "He's certainly much, much tighter."
Dodger grunted and pushed back into the dog on top of him, driving the thick shaft deeper into his innards. The Doberman on top of him was thrown off guard, nearly being pushed off by the force from below him. As he regained his balance, he noticed Roscoe at his side, steadying him. He gazed into the other Doberman's eyes, before addressing him, "Thanks for that, I would have hated to fall off this one. He's going to be a great fuck."
"I'm sure," Roscoe replied, eying the other Doberman from ear to tail-tip. As De Soto began pushing in and out of the terrier, Roscoe found himself gazing longingly at his companion's well toned backside and muscular legs. He decided then what he would do, and, as De Soto drove his cock deep into Dodger's tail, his balls colliding with the terrier's, Roscoe climbed onto the Doberman's back, found his mark under his docked tail, and shoved his cock, slick with Einstein's saliva, deep into De Soto's rump.
De Soto's eye's bugged out and he momentarily stopped his thrusting, adjusting to the swelling feeling in his rear. He took most of Roscoe's weight with his back legs, allowing Dodger to account for the rest. As Roscoe began sliding his thick tool out of his ass, the Doberman pushed forward into the terrier, so that when Roscoe shoved his meat back into him he was pulling out of Dodger, impaling himself on the cock in his tail.
To any of the other dogs, De Soto seemed to be the master of this sandwich, thrusting in and out of the canine underneath him masterfully so that he was always opposite Roscoe's humping. He fought diligently to maintain this rhythm, but found himself losing it as he quickly approached yet another orgasm, the engorged rod in his tail working against his prostate as Dodger's anal muscles clenched around his own shaft.
The terrier also found himself quickly approaching his climax, and, because the Doberman inside of him was so large, he couldn't contain himself. As the thrusts into and out of his backside became more and more fervent, his body let go, and he began coating the floor in his thick white terrier seed, his muscles clenching around the Doberman in his tail as he did so.
De Soto grunted as the assault on his tool began, and very quickly he couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep growl he let himself loose inside the terrier, painting his insides a pearly color. Unable to control himself, he pushed as hard as he could, sliding the swelling at the base of his cock past Dodger's entrance, locking them together. As he did, the terriers legs gave out and the pile of dogs fell to the floor.
Roscoe was caught off guard, and expertly pulled out of De Soto and rolled away, bounding to his feet. He stood, staring at the pair on the floor, "De Soto, what in the hell was that?"
"Sorry Roscoe, I accidently tied with the-mnf-mutt," The Doberman replied, his shaft still throbbing, shooting more and more of his jizz into the terrier's tail, "I'll have to wait until I'm done to get out."
Dodger pushed himself into De Soto's underbelly, trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in, although it was hard because most of the discomfort he was feeling was from the Doberman's engorged erection. A sly grin crept its way onto his face, and he called out to Einstein, "Hey, big guy, why don't you have Roscoe help you out there? I know you didn't finish yet, and they've done more than their fair share of the fucking for today."
Roscoe growled, baring his teeth at the terrier, "That's not going to happen, mutt! I do not take it from anybody!"
Dodger squeezed his muscles around De Soto's cock, feeling even more of the Doberman's cum spill into his rear end, and he turned to face him, "De Soto, is that true? I take it you're always his fuck toy then?"
Behind Roscoe, Tito, Francis, and Einstein, whose thick cock still hung from between his legs, held a huddled conference. The Chihuahua smirked, whispering, "Man, I think you should do it. These guys have a thing coming to them, and I'm not big enough to do it. Someone has to make them pay, man!"
Francis nodded, barely able to hide his deep voice, "I agree, those ruffians deserve it. Especially after what they did to my TV."
Einstein nodded, standing quietly and waltzing towards the Doberman, who was still chewing Dodger's ear out, "As Sykes' number one dog, I don't have to take nothing from nobody! I'm the top dog, and what I say go-ngnf!"
His tirade was cut off as the Great Dane stood over him, pressing the tip of his shaft against his anus. The Doberman shivered, gulping, before pleading with the enormous dog on top of him, "Please, please, don't do that. I can't take it; I can't fit that inside of me!"
Einstein seemed unmoved by Roscoe's begging, placing his paws around the Doberman. He was tall enough that he could stand over Roscoe's back, and he positioned his shaft, saying only two words before shoving the tip of his thickness into his tail: "Brace yourself."
The Doberman did as he was told, but was still thrust forward by the Dane's onslaught. As Einstein's enlarged tool was forced into his tail, Roscoe whimpered pitifully. It hurt something fierce, but he was still taking pleasure from it, a sensation that both confused and excited him. There was a great level of discomfort as Einstein began to pull it out, but he wanted it back nonetheless. His own erection swung between his legs, back and forth in time to the Great Dane's plowing, and he felt himself threatening to burst with each instance where Einstein filled him full of his meat.
The Dane found it hard to contain himself; he wanted just to go crazy and fuck the Doberman like there would never be another time, but somewhere inside himself he had an overwhelming feeling of compassion and sympathy. He wanted to get off really badly, especially after the Doberman duo had left him without release, but at the same time he wanted to make sure that Roscoe enjoyed the experience and had a chance to release as well.
Roscoe knew he couldn't take much more before he would cum. With each thrust from above, he sucked in a lot of air, fighting off the growing sensation in his loins. As he did, he clenched himself around the doghood in his tail, trying his best to keep it from leaving him feeling empty again. He pushed back into the Dane, feeling his balls slap against his own with each push forward from him. He never wanted it to end, this feeling of euphoria at being made the Dane's bitch, but he knew it had to, and he invited Einstein to join him as he moaned between breaths, "Ohhh, Einstein, I'm gonna... cum!"
As the Doberman beneath him began to spray his seed all over the floor, Einstein sped up his thrusts, feeling his own climax finally reach him. With a deep grunt he plowed forward, repeating De Soto's mistake and locking himself to the Doberman as he filled his backside with his sticky juice. As they settled to the floor, much the same as Dodger and De Soto were locked together, Einstein laid his head across Roscoe's neck, completing the warm feeling within the Doberman.
Roscoe was instantly frightened-he felt a new sensation rising in the pit of his stomach, and he was unsure really of what it was. With the same determination that he had always had when he had thought of De Soto this way, he steeled himself from the notion, addressing the chuckling dogs around him, "Don't think this means anything. A fuck is a fuck. You all still owe us a big debt, and we're still going to collect on it. De Soto!"
The other Doberman was startled out of his dozing, jumping off of Dodger and pulling his shaft free, "Yeah?"
"When I get untied here, we're going to head back to HQ, and I'm going to have to remind you where your place is. As far as the rest of these mongrels, we'll get Sykes to do a number on their master."
"Roscoe, let it go. You had your fun, we had ours. As far as this debt is concerned," Rita stepped forward, gingerly avoiding the cum puddles that littered the floor, "We're even for now. We'll get the money that Faggin owes Sykes."
Pulling himself free of the Great Dane's cock, Roscoe yelped, and, as the pair of Dobermans ran off, he called out to the gang of cackling canines, "We'll be back, you can mark my words! We'll get what's ours!"
The setting sun gave way to a gently smiling moon, which gazed watchfully over the city of New York. Far beneath her warm glow, she watched two black dogs nurse their "injuries" as they made their way through the Manhattan streets back to their home, a glistening trail of Great Dane cum behind them sparkling in her light. In the houseboat, the canines settled in, a little pleased with themselves after an eventful day. They had survived another bout with their rivals, and were all a little closer-if not a little stickier-for it.